The River of the West

Chapter IV.

1830. The furs collected by Jackson's company were cached on the Wind River; and
the cold still being very severe, and game scarce, the two remaining leaders, Smith and
Jackson, set out on the first of January with the whole camp, for the buffalo country, on
the Powder River, a distance of about one hundred and fifty miles. "Times were hard in
camp," when mountains had to be crossed in the depth of winter.

The animals had to be subsisted on the bark of the sweet cotton-wood, which grows
along the streams and in the valleys on the east side of the Rocky Mountains, but is
nowhere to be found west of that range. This way of providing for his horses and mules
involved no trifling amount of labor, when each man had to furnish food for several of
them. To collect this bark, the men carried the smooth limbs of the cotton-wood to
camp, where, beside the camp-fire, they shaved off the sweet, green bark with a
hunting-knife transformed into a drawing-knife by fastening a piece of wood to its point;
or, in case the cotton-wood was not convenient, the bark was peeled off, and carried to
camp in a blanket. So nutritious is it, that animals fatten upon it quite as well as upon
oats.

In the large cotton-wood bottoms on the Yellowstone River, it sometimes became
necessary to station a double guard to keep the buffalo out of camp, so numerous were
they, when the severity of the cold drove them from the prairies to these cotton-wood
thickets for subsistence. It was, therefore, of double importance to make the winter
camp where the cotton-wood was plenty; since not only did it furnish the animals of the
camp with food, but by attracting buffalo, made game plenty for the men. To such a
hunter's paradise on Powder River, the camp was now traveling, and arrived, after a
hard, cold march, about the middle of January, when the whole encampment went into
winter quarters, to remain until the opening of spring.

This was the occasion when the mountain-man "lived fat" and enjoyed life: a season of
plenty, of relaxation, of amusement, of acquaintanceship with all the company, of
gayety, and of "busy idleness." Through the day, hunting parties were coming and
going, men were cooking, drying meat, making moccasins, cleaning their arms,
wrestling, playing games, and, in short, everything that an isolated community of hardy
men could resort to for occupation, was resorted to by these mountaineers. Nor was
there wanting, in the appearance of the camp, the variety, and that picturesque air
imparted by a mingling of the native element; for what with their Indian allies, their
native wives, and numerous children, the mountaineers camp was a motley
assemblage; and the trappers themselves, with their affectation of Indian coxcombry,
not the least picturesque individuals.

The change wrought in a wilderness landscape by the arrival of the grand camp was
wonderful indeed. Instead of Nature's superb silence and majestic loneliness, there
was the sound of men's voices in boisterous laughter, or the busy hum of conversation;
the loud-resounding stroke of the axe; the sharp report of the rifle; the neighing of
horses, and braying of mules; the Indian whoop and yell; and all that not unpleasing
confusion of sound which accompanies the movements of the creature man. Over the
plain, only dotted until now with shadows of clouds, or the transitory passage of the
deer, the antelope, or the bear, were scattered hundreds of lodges and immense herds
of grazing animals. Even the atmosphere itself seemed changed from its original purity,
and became clouded with the smoke from many camp-fires. And all this change might
go as quickly as it came. The tent struck and the march resumed, solitude reigned once
more, and only the cloud dotted the silent landscape.

If the day was busy and gleesome, the night had its charms as well. Gathered about the
shining fires, groups of men in fantastic costumes told tales of marvelous adventures,
or sung some old-remembered song, or were absorbed in games of chance. Some of
the better educated men, who had once known and loved books, but whom some
mishap in life had banished to the wilderness, recalled their favorite authors, and
recited passages once treasured, now growing unfamiliar; or whispered to some
chosen confrere the saddened history of his earlier years, and charged him thus and
thus, should ever-ready death surprise himself in the next spring's hunt.

It will not be thought discreditable to our young trapper, Joe, that he learned to read by
the light of the campfire. Becoming sensible, even in the wilderness, of the deficiencies
of his early education, he found a teacher in a comrade, named Green, and soon
acquired sufficient knowledge to enjoy an old copy of Shakspeare, which, with a Bible,
was carried about with the property of the camp.

In this life of careless gayety and plenty, the whole company was allowed to remain
without interruption, until the first of April, when it was divided, and once more started
on the march. Jackson, or " Davey," as he was called by the men, with about half the
company, left for the Snake country. The remainder, among whom was Meek, started
north, with Smith for commander, and James Bridger as pilot.

Crossing the mountains, ranges of which divide the tributary streams of the
Yellowstone from each other, the first halt was made on Tongue River. From thence the
camp proceeded to the Bighorn River. Through all this country game was in
abundance,--buffalo, elk, and bear, and beaver also plenty. In mountain phrase, "
times were good on this hunt: " beaver packs increased in number, and both men and
animals were in excellent condition.

A large party usually hunted out the beaver and frightened away the game in a few
weeks, or days, from any one locality. When this happened the camp moved on; or,
should not game be plenty, it kept constantly on the move, the hunters and trappers
seldom remaining out more than a day or two. Should the country be considered
dangerous on account of Indians, it was the habit of the men to return every night to the
encampment.

It was the design of Smith to take his command into the Blackfoot country, a region
abounding in the riches which he sought, could they only be secured without coming
into too frequent conflict with the natives: always a doubtful question concerning these
savages. He had proceeded in this direction as far as Bovey's Fork of the Bighorn,
when the camp was overtaken by a heavy fall of snow, which made traveling extremely
difficult, and which, when melted, caused a sudden great rise in the mountain streams.
In attempting to cross Bovey's Fork during the high water, he had thirty horses swept
away, with three hundred traps: a serious loss in the business of hunting beaver.

In the manner described, pushing on through an unknown country, hunting and
trapping as they moved, the company proceeded, passing another low chain of
mountains, through a pass called Pryor's Gap, to Clark's Fork of the Yellowstone,
thence to Rose-Bud River, and finally to the main Yellowstone River, where it makes a
great bend to the east, enclosing a large plain covered with grass, and having also
extensive cotton-wood bottoms, which subsequently became a favorite wintering
ground of the fur companies.

It was while trapping up in this country, on the RoseBud River, that an amusing
adventure befel our trapper Joe. Being out with two other trappers, at some distance
from the great camp, they had killed and supped off a fat buffalo cow. The night was
snowy, and their camp was made in a grove of young aspens. Having feasted
themselves, the remaining store of choice pieces was divided between, and placed,
hunter fashion, under the heads of the party, on their betaking themselves to their
blanket couches for the night. Neither Indian nor wild beast disturbed their repose, as
they slept, with their guns beside them, filled with comfort and plenty. But who ever
dreams of the presence of a foe under such circumstances ? Certainly not our young
trapper, who was only awakened about day-break by something very large and heavy
walking over him, and snuffing about him with a most insulting freedom. It did not need
Yankee powers of guessing to make out who the intruder in camp might be: in truth, it
was only too disagreeably certain that it was a full sized grizzly bear, whose keenness
of smell had revealed to him the presence of fat cow-meat in that neighborhood.

" You may be sure," says Joe, " that I kept very quiet, while that bar helped himself to
some of my buffalo meat, and went a little way off to eat it. But Mark Head, one

of the men, raised up, and back came the bar. Down went our heads under the
blankets, and I kept mine covered pretty snug, while the beast took another walk over
the bed, but finally went off again to a little distance. Mitchel then wanted to shoot; but I
said, 'no, no; hold on, or the brute will kill us, sure.' When the bar heard our voices,
back he run again, and jumped on the bed as before. I'd have been happy to have felt
myself sinking ten feet under ground, while that bar promenaded over and around us!
However, he couldn't quite make out our style, and finally took fright, and ran off down
the mountain. Wanting to be revenged for his impudence, I went after him, and seeing
a good chance, shot him dead. Then I took my turn at running over him awhile! "

Such are the not infrequent incidents of the trapper's life, which furnish him with
material, needing little embellishment to convert it into those wild tales with which the
nights are whiled away around the winter camp-fire.

Arrived at the Yellowstone with his company, Smith found it necessary, on account of
the high water, to construct Bull-boats for the crossing. These are made by stitching
together buffalo hides, stretching them over light frames, and paying the seams with elk
tallow and ashes. In these light wherries the goods and people were ferried over, while
the horses and mules were crossed by swimming.

The mode usually adopted in crossing large rivers, was to spread the lodges on the
ground, throwing on them the light articles, saddles, etc. A rope was then run through
the pin-holes around the edge of each, when it could be drawn up like a reticule. It was
then filled with the heavier camp goods, and being tightly drawn up, formed a perfect
ball. A rope being tied to it, it was launched on the water, the children of the camp on
top, and the women swimming after and clinging to it, while a man, who had the rope in
his hand, swam ahead holding on to his horse's mane. In this way, dancing like a cork
on the waves, the lodge was piloted across; and passengers as well as freight
consigned, undamaged, to the opposite shore. A large camp of three hundred men, and
one hundred women and children were frequently thus crossed in one hour's time.

The camp was now in the excellent but inhospitable country of the Blackfeet, and the
commander redoubled his precautions, moving on all the while to the Mussel Shell, and
thence to the Judith River. Beaver were plenty and game abundant; but the vicinity of
the large village of the Blackfeet made trapping impracticable. Their war upon the
trappers was ceaseless; their thefts of traps and horses ever recurring: and Smith,
finding that to remain was to be involved in incessant warfare, without hope of victory or
gain, at length gave the command to turn back, which was cheerfully obeyed: for the
trappers had been very successful on the spring hunt, and thinking discretion some
part at least of valor, were glad to get safe out of the Blackfoot country with their rich
harvest of beaver skins.

The return march was by the way of Pryor's Gap, and up the Bighorn, to Wind River,
where the cache was made in the previous December. The furs were now taken out
and pressed, ready for transportation across the plains. A party was also dispatched,
under Mr. Tullock, to raise the cache on the Bighorn River. Among this party was Meek,
and a Frenchman named Ponto. While digging to come at the fur, the bank above
caved in, falling upon Meek and Ponto, killing the latter almost instantly. Meek, though
severely hurt, was taken out alive: while poor Ponto was "rolled in a blanket, and
pitched into the river." So rude were the burial services of the trapper of the Rocky
Mountains.